A Different Kind of Training || Aage & Mona

rona-gaines:

“I could ask you the same thing. Aage wants me to help train someone. Don’t know why he asked me, but who am I to say no?”

Rona smiled slightly, wondering what kind of name Aage was. “He probably asked you because you’re so amazing!” She was only half joking. Mouse seemed to be a good foot soldier, from what she had heard from Winter. Mouse was also really patient, a great trait for training someone. Rona was proud of him. Training was a big responsibility.

“What’s in the bag?”

Following his gaze, Rona cursed inwardly. She hadn’t gotten around to telling him that she was going to start training today since one, she hadn’t seen much of him recently, and two, she didn’t know how to tell him without him freaking out. “Oh, just some clothes,” she said casually. “I was thinking about working out today. I didn’t want to wear sweaty clothes home.” That wasn’t a lie. She was going to work out. And she didn’t want to go home sweaty. At least he would be busy with helping that Aage guy train that other trainee. He wouldn’t be able to fuss over her if he had to focus on someone else.

Rona decided she might as well tell him. There wasn’t much he could do about it now. “I’m- I’m actually training today.” She started out shakily, but she lifted her chin and stared straight into Mouse’s eyes, her voice getting stronger with each word. “I’m supposed to start training with a man today.”

“He probably asked you because you’re so amazing!”

Mouse couldn’t help but smile. “Clearly,” he said with a self-deprecating eye roll. “I’m actually kind of nervous about this. I’m glad you’re here.” He felt good when Rona was around. She inspired him to be calm and hopeful, to imagine a life after the dust settled and the rebellion was no longer necessary. She’d become part of the reason why he fought, but she was also a light at the end of the tunnel that could mean happiness when all the fighting was over.

He nodded at her response to his question, but he sensed something was wrong, a conflict just beneath the surface. “I’m- I’m actually training today.” [..] “I’m supposed to start training with a man today.” Mouse tensed up, his eyebrows knitting together. “Do you know who with?” he asked, a sharpness to his voice that he tried to shake off. He should have a talk with the trainers to make sure they didn’t do anything too dangerous with Rona. He knew, logically, that she was a part of this battle the same as he was but he didn’t have to like the idea of her being in the middle of it.

She was, though. She was well-known in the Capitol, famous, and god if anyone found out she’d be a target practically overnight. Mouse swallowed his suddenly rising fears and tried to keep his expression still. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” he asked her.

A Different Kind of Training || Aage & Mona

rona-gaines:

Rona woke up from her nap an hour before her alarm was set to go off. She sat up and ran a hand through her messy hair. Today was the day she started her training with the mysterious trainer. Perhaps that was why she had woken up earlier then intended. But that didn’t feel right to Rona. Something else had stolen her sleep from her.

Shouting from downstairs made Rona tense up and she quickly understood why she was awake. Her parents were fighting again. They often fought early in the morning over what they thought Rona’s career should be doing. Her mother wanted Rona to further advance her career by ‘dating’ a boy who was equally -if not more- famous then she was. Her father was actually drawing the line at that, not wanting Rona to be forced into dating before she was ready.

Rona agreed with her father to an extent. She was ready to date, her relationship with Mouse was proof of that, but she shouldn’t be forced into a relationship purely for the sake of having one. Why should anyone care if she was dating or not? Rona snorted quietly, shaking her head at herself. The media and people cared because such trivial matters were a big deal to them. And Rona’s life was there for them to enjoy. So of course whether or not Rona had a boyfriend was of interest to them.

“They’re starting to wonder if she is gay!” Her mother shrieked from below.

Stifling a laugh, Rona covered her mouth with her hand. Naturally that would be the part her mother was most concerned with. While Rona had nothing against anyone gay, she herself was most definitely not gay. The sparks that Mouse ignited in her when he kissed her proved she really liked being with a boy. Rona decided that if her parents were going to argue over her sexuality, then she might as well leave for the day. There was no telling when it would stop. Besides, there was about an hour left before she had to meet her mysterious trainer.

Hopping out of bed, Rona began throwing her exercise clothes into a bag. She added in an outfit to change into afterwards, not really wanting to wear sweaty clothes home. After tying her hair up into a messy bun, Rona slipped out of her room and crept down the stairs. Her parents were too wrapped in their argument of whether or not she was a lesbian, her mom pointing out that Winter was her closest friend, her father retaliating with the fact that most girls had female best friends, so they didn’t notice her leaving. Rona closed her front door, letting out a tired sigh. Her parents, as sweet they had been to her growing up, could be so annoying with how obsessed they were with images.

Rona walked towards Quintus’ house, singing quietly to herself. It was a rather nice day out, making up for what she had endured at home. When she reached the trainee base, Rona entered and couldn’t help but smile widely. Call her weird, but she actually liked working out. It was one of the few things she actually had control over. Rona began looking around for the man who was to be her trainer. He had said he didn’t like lateness, so she had assumed he would be early.

Going into a room on the second floor, Rona found a boy sitting on one of the couches. She was startled to realize that she recognized him. “Mouse?” she spoke with an incredulous tone. “What are you doing here?” She hadn’t heard from Mouse in a few days, so she thought he was still at Thema’s house, helping her out. She wondered why he hadn’t come to see her, if he was no longer busy with Thema.

Mouse heard footsteps down the hallway and sat up straighter, listening to the tread of feet. It wasn’t Aage, the steps too light. It was probably the trainee. Mouse wondered what kind of impression he’d make and fussed with his hair for a moment, hoping he looked like he belonged, or at least like he was competent in the art of rebellion. Aage probably had the wrong guy for this job. Mouse’s anxieties drifted away when the person walked into the room, her blue eyes landing on him. He hadn’t expected her; somehow he never really did. She floored him too easily.

“Mouse?” [..] “What are you doing here?”

Finding his voice, Mouse cocked a brow and stood up, walking towards her. “I could ask you the same thing,” he said with a soft laugh. “Aage wants me to help train someone. Don’t know why he asked me, but who am I to say no?” He looked at the bag she held and furrowed his brow slightly.

“What’s in the bag?” he asked her. He should’ve gone to see her first, rather than coming to Quintus’ straight from Thema’s. He missed her but she deserved him at his best, not ragged and tired from hard work. If he had, he probably wouldn’t have gotten concussed and that would’ve saved some hassle, but he was glad to see her here now, though he didn’t know if Aage would let her sit in on the training. He didn’t want her to, either. So long as she was safe, he was happy. And preparing like a soldier, like the rest of the rebels, was nowhere near his definition of safe.

A Different Kind of Training || Aage & Mona

aage-mier:

Aage opened his eyelids, the bright rays of the sun blinding him. His hand flew to his eyes, shielding them from the harsh light. It took him several rapid blinking before his pupils adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Looking around, he saw above him the familiar ceiling of his room at Quintus’ house. He looked left and found the base of the familiar closet in the room, that remained empty. Looking at his right, he saw the underside of the bed. Huh. Since when did sleeping by the bed become a better trend than sleeping on the bed? Confusion clouding his mind, he sat up and looked more carefully around.

He had been right. He had slept by his bed instead of on it. But apparently, he wasn’t alone. A few feet from him, lying down on his stomach with his arms splayed out, was Mouse. He was snoring loudly and to his right, bits of food littered the floor. On Aage’s own side, he found crumbs of bread strew over the carpet. Wow, a huge mess, he thought to himself as his mind wandered back to what happened the past night. 

Based on what he remembered, he and Mouse had stayed up late, eating and littering the room with food, even resorting to throwing food at each other when they realized that even with the two of them, the food would still be too much. And seeing as they’d already took a bit of everything, they very well couldn’t return it back to the fridge. So they just threw it at each other. Aage couldn’t remember who threw the first sandwich though. So if Quinquin asked, they wouldn’t be able to answer. 

“Mouse, wake up, you snoring hippo!” He was still groggy with sleep and his mind still wasn’t that clear so he didn’t know what he was saying and doing, but really, who cares? He took one of the pillows from the bed when Mouse still didn’t move. Bloody bloke’s snoring didn’t even falter. Aage wondered if his own snore was that loud. He lifted the pillow, about to throw it to Mouse, when he decided against it. The guy looked peaceful. He wasn’t some kind of sleep destroyer guy or something. He spared sleeping blokes, seeing as he knew how hard peaceful sleep came. 

So instead, he just stood up and went to the bathroom and washed his face. He rinsed his mouth and then went back to the bedroom. From under the bed, he pulled out a box where he kept his clothes and sort through a simple shirt and pants. Everything he was wearing was covered in food. He might as well take a bath. Taking everything he needed, he went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself.

After almost an hour, he came out, his clothes clean and his hair dripping with water. He looked at Mouse again and found him still asleep. The urge to throw something at him hit Aage again, but he resisted it. Instead, he went to the bedside table, and opened the lowest drawer. There, he found a pen and a piece of paper. There, he wrote, 

Mouse,

Gone for a while. Just gonna check on things. Be back in an hour or two. Clean up and meet me at the second floor lounge.

—Aage

PS: You snore so loudly, I think somewhere, you made a baby cry. :D

After writing, he placed the small piece of paper right beside Mouse’s face, far enough from his mouth to not get wet if the guy ever drooled. He didn’t though, so Aage thought the paper would be safe.

After that he went out the room, thinking of his first concern that day, explaining to his other team why he was absent the past day. He’d just tell them, he’d rested because he injured himself while training the past night, when in fact, he’d had an attack and spent half of the next day with Lotta. 

With that, he started his day with a smile as he thought of Lotta. 

Waking up, Mouse lay confused for a few moments, not knowing where he was. He rolled, lifted his head up to look around the room through his bleary eyes, then winced when he went to rake his fingers through his hair and instead found an aching lump on the side of his head. He remembered now, tripping and getting a concussion, and when he groped his hand out beside him and found a scrap of paper, a note written by Aage, he recalled why he was on the floor.

Aage was good company, and Mouse had stayed up as late as he physically could, but eventually he got far too tired to keep his eyes open. He could sleep almost anywhere if he wanted to. For the first few days in the Capitol he’d slept on someone’s porch and crawled away in the mornings before anyone found him there. The availability of beds didn’t always guarantee he’d want to go looking for one, though.

At least he didn’t feel so ill anymore. His concussion was gone, though his head still hurt and his mouth was uncomfortably dry. He reread the note from Aage, wondering when exactly he’d left it. Mouse pushed himself up and got to his feet, surveying the mess in the room, the empty plates and scraps of food. The first thing he did was gather everything and head downstairs to the kitchen, putting the plate in the sink. He found a bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower. Stripping out of his clothes he let everything drop on the floor before standing under the spray of water. Mouse closed his eyes and leaned his palms against the cool tile of the shower as the warm water sailed down his head, shoulders, and back. He didn’t want to waste too much time in case Aage was already waiting, so he finished showering quickly and dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his hips as he yanked his shirt back down over his head, collecting beads of water from his still wet hair.

Mouse changed back into his clothes and swiftly ruffled his hair with the towel before throwing it in the laundry hamper and padding down the hallway in bare feet, carrying his shoes in one hand. He walked up to the second floor and nudged open the door to the lounge, realising Aage wasn’t there yet. Mouse walked into the lounge and flopped down onto a comfortable couch to wait.

All That Glitters | Rona & Mouse

rona-gaines:

“I mean, I really like you Rona. You’re a-a great friend. A great person. And… I just- do you want to be with me like that?”

Mouse was so cute when he was nervous. Rona’s lips quirked up and she just wanted to kiss purely for that reason alone. She resisted and concentrated on calming her still racing heart. If her heart was going to speed up every time Mouse kissed her, Rona was sure she would have heart palpitations or something equally drastic in the future. Because not kissing Mouse was no longer an option. Rona saw Mouse’s lips moving and she had to lick her suddenly dry lips. Were they always that beautiful? Did he realize that the curve of his lips was possibly the most beautiful thing in the entire world? Was he aware that when he spoke, a slight smile always played around the edges of his mouth?

“If you don’t, I understand. We can stay friends. But I want you to know I don’t think I can be just your friend. So I won’t quit until you change your mind.”

Rona realized that she had yet to say a word. Mouse had been speaking, but she had been captivated by his lips moving and not the sound that was coming out. When he had pressed her lips against her forehead, her eyes had closed once more and she let out a soft sigh. Rona could stay like this forever. She blinked once, biting her lip when she saw a tiny smirk on his face. Something about that expression made Rona blush. She knew he would probably pursue her until the ends of time if she didn’t tell him otherwise. There was no way they could go back to just being friends. Being in each other’s presence without kissing or even having the possibility of kissing later was just not possible. At least not for Rona. And from the look on Mouse’s face, the same was for him as well.

“No,” Rona said quickly, realizing that once again she had been quiet for too long. “We can’t stay friends. You can’t kiss me then expect me to be friends with you. I couldn’t go back to not kissing you.” Rona shook her head, a frown scrunching her eyebrows together. She let out an annoyed sound and looked up at him accusing eyes. “How can you even think of giving me your lips then offering to take them away? That is so not fair!” She had no idea why her mood was swinging around so wildly, but Rona knew that right now, she was annoyed.

“I mean really,” Rona continued. “Do you just go around kissing all your friends, telling them, oh no big deal we can stay friends. Our lips feel amazing together, but we can go back to being just friends. You make my heart race, doesn’t matter, still friends.” She was ranting, she knew. But she kept at it anyways, too caught up to stop. “Hello, Rona, let me kiss you senseless, then say we can stay friends. Oh wait, you’re just kidding. You want to be more then friends with me. But only if I want it too.” Rona was out of breath and she looked back up at Mouse, her chest heaving. “Why bring up staying friends at all? You can’t just do things like that.”

No. We can’t stay friends. Mouse suddenly feared this was the end and she’d soon ask him to leave and not come back, his heart squeezing painfully in preparation for it. But everything in him soared again as she reassured him, in her own way, that she wanted him the same way. That she wanted to kiss him again and be with him, and he couldn’t help but smile even as she worked herself up, looking at him almost accusingly. She was both frustrating and endearing and it made him want to kiss her more, to even just rest his head against her neck and pretend the world didn’t exist outside of the two of them. She’d become his anchor in the Capitol, anyway, long before he began to have feelings for her. Until now he’d felt like a burden, some pilgrim travelling through her life but heading in a completely different direction.

“Is this your way of asking me to kiss you again?” Mouse mumbled, lifting a brow. “Because I will, if that’s what you want.” At this point he was teasing her. He felt sure he’d judged her reaction right, because she wouldn’t have reacted that way in the first place unless friends was something they’d gone passed, something better waiting ahead of them.

He chuckled gently, watching her face for every flicker of emotion she could possibly display. “Rona,” he said, shaking his head, “I don’t kiss my friends, period. I don’t… I don’t do this.” He swept his tongue across his dry lips and tried to think beyond the simple act of kissing her again to explain to her what she needed to know. He wasn’t used to telling people what he wanted from them. And what he wanted from Rona was hard to describe. He could almost believe in happy endings when they were together. He felt happier than he had in years, like war wasn’t inevitable, like he wasn’t scared for his life, for hers, and for the lives of everyone he cared about. She could make him forget, for long enough to make it count.

Mouse simply smiled and gave in, pushing her up against the kitchen counter as he kissed her again, parting her lips with his as his hands went to rest against her hips to pull her closer to him. “Pretend I didn’t bring it up at all,” he breathed, his head spinning. “Because the only thing I want is you, and not having you is…” He flinched slightly at the thought, sliding his arms around Rona.

rona-gaines:

When Mouse kissed her again, Rona trembled at his touch and felt a warmth blossom from the pit of her stomach. She thought for sure she would explode from happiness. The kiss was gentle, more intimate, more sweeter then the first, but just as great.

“I hope not.”

Rona smiled shyly when Mouse met her gaze again. Part of her deflated when he stepped away, sure he was regretting it. Then he spoke “I’ve been wanting to do that… for so long.” And she instantly went back to being on cloud nine. Rona let out another breathless laugh, unable to contain her emotions. She felt dizzy, almost intoxicated. The only clear thought running through her mind was that she wanted Mouse’s lips on hers again.

Mouse cleared his throat and Rona looked at him curiously. “Hey,” she sad softly. She reached a hand up and laid it gently on his cheek. Her thumb ran across his skin, going in curious circles. “What’s wrong?” He wasn’t regretting it, right? They had already established that he had wanted to do that, right?

Insecurities began to bubble over, causing Rona to panic. She inhaled deeply, trying not to freak out too much, trying not to burst into tears or something silly like that. Was she a bad kisser? Did he realize that kissing her wasn’t worth losing their platonic friendship? Rona’s mind whirred with all of the possibilities. She felt sick to her stomach. She hadn’t thought of how Mouse would feel. She had been so happy and willing to accept changing their relationship that she had forgotten that Mouse might have different feelings. But surely a kiss that magical was worth more then a simple friendship, right?

Mouse leaned unconsciously into her touch, wanting her palm closer against his cheek, the warmth of her skin against his more immediately. He looked at her for a long moment as he thought about what to say. “Nothing,” he finally said. It wasn’t enough, but it was the truth. Nothing was wrong. He wasn’t used to it. He could step from a friendship to a relationship and be more than happy with the change. He could be with her for the rest of his life if she let him, because she was the kind of girl you set everything aside for and loved with your whole entire being. He was worried about that, though. About becoming Rona’s boyfriend and nothing but. He wanted to keep fighting and keep bringing more to the table in the resistance and she was the most distracting person he’d ever met. She could convince him to stop, he knew, if she ever wanted him to.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he continued. “I just… is this what you want?” He was getting ahead of himself. “I mean, I really like you Rona. You’re a-a great friend. A great person. And… I just- do you want to be with me like that?” He was asking her an important question, and he was blowing it. He was acting like a kid with his first girlfriend and wanting her to seal it with a kiss, but all of a sudden he felt like the world was actually safe and he could enjoy the simple things like crushes and romance.

He noticed her quickened breathing and furrowed his brow, taking her shoulders gently in his hands as he pecked a quick kiss against her forehead. “If you don’t, I understand. We can stay friends.” He was letting this go too damn easily. “But I want you to know I don’t think I can be just your friend.” Mouse almost smirked. “So I won’t quit until you change your mind.”

Would he really be that persistent? He was certain that yes, he would. He knew now how soft her lips were, how velvety and warm and how sweet, and never feeling them or tasting them again after this moment would be heartache. Mouse wanted something for himself, he wanted her, and it wasn’t often that he could stop and be selfish and go after exactly what he desired, so with her he’d make the effort.

Anonymous asked: Why can’t you be like Emily and just post a picture of yourself?

sir-finnick-odair:

Oh, hi, gorgeous.

oh sweet pea don’t tempt me.

BBY QURL HOW DO YOU PERF

IDK YOU TELL ME.

Evie has sex hair. YEP YEP. She took it after we had sex. ;D

truth. this is the truth.

stop being so beautiful. your beauty hurts me.

oh emily. it’s your own fault. but i love you for lying.